David,

If there were a name as clear as water from the purest spring, I 
would still reject it.  But if it were a sin to speak such a name, I 
would be dance it.

Marsha



At 12:09 PM 10/7/2007, you wrote:
>Hi Marsha
>
>You use any name or non-name you like.
>It was once a sin to name or represent 'god',
>so you have precursors.
>
>DM
>
>
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "MarshaV" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Sent: Tuesday, October 02, 2007 9:21 PM
>Subject: Re: [MD] The Madman: The Perfect World
>
>
> >
> > Hi David,
> >
> > For me indivisible, undefinable and unknowable and nameless seems
> > better.  I do like this wise man's parables, though.
> >
> > Marsha
> >
> >
> > At 04:28 AM 10/2/2007, you wrote:
> >>Hi Marsha
> >>
> >>If god were no more than the silence into which
> >>we ask our questions, god would still be very
> >>important to human beings and their culture.
> >>
> >>David M
> >>
> >>----- Original Message -----
> >>From: "MarshaV" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> >>To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> >>Sent: Monday, October 01, 2007 7:42 AM
> >>Subject: [MD] The Madman: The Perfect World
> >>
> >>
> >> >
> >> > The Madman:  The Perfect World    by Khalil Gibran
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > God of lost souls, thou who art lost amongst the gods, hear me:
> >> >
> >> > Gentle Destiny that watchest over us, mad, wandering spirits, hear me:
> >> >
> >> > I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect.
> >> >
> >> > I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst
> >> > finished worlds -- peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose
> >> > thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, and whose visions
> >> > are enrolled and registered.
> >> >
> >> > Their virtues, O God, are measured, their sins are weighed, and even
> >> > the countless things that pass in the dim twilight of neither sin nor
> >> > virtue are recorded and catalogued.
> >> >
> >> > Here days and nights are divided into seasons of conduct and governed
> >> > by rules of blameless accuracy.
> >> >
> >> > To eat, to drink, to sleep, to cover one's nudity, and then to be
> >> > weary in due time.
> >> >
> >> > To work, to play, to sing, to dance, and then to lie still when the
> >> > clock strikes the hour.
> >> >
> >> > To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease thinking and
> >> > feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
> >> >
> >> > To rob a neighbour with a smile, to bestow gifts with a graceful wave
> >> > of the hand, to praise prudently, to blame cautiously, to destroy a
> >> > soul with a word, to burn a body with a breath, and then to wash the
> >> > hands when the day's work is done.
> >> >
> >> > To love according to an established order, to entertain one's best
> >> > self in a pre-conceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly, to
> >> > intrigue the devils artfully -- and then to forget all as though
> >> > memory were dead.
> >> >
> >> > To fancy with a motive, to contemplate with consideration, to be
> >> > happy sweetly, to suffer nobly -- and then to empty the cup so that
> >> > tomorrow may fill it again.
> >> >
> >> > All these things, O God, are conceived with forethought, born with
> >> > determination, nursed with exactness, governed by rules, directed by
> >> > reason, and then slain and buried after a prescribed method. And even
> >> > their silent graves that lie within the human soul are marked and
> >> > numbered.
> >> >
> >> > It is a perfect world, a world of consummate excellence, a world of
> >> > supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought
> >> > of the universe.
> >> >
> >> > But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
> >> > passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
> >> > bewildered fragment from a burnt planet?
> >> >
> >> > Why am I here, O God of lost souls, thou who art lost amongst the gods?
> >> >
> >> > ------------
> >> >
> >> > Greetings,
> >> >
> >> > I hope you all forgive me for posting these little gems.  I have them
> >> > playing randomly on my iPod via the Shuffle option, it's uncanny the
> >> > song or piece of music that plays following a parable.
> >> >
> >> > Kudrun
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > Hahahahah
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
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